From last Monday through to Sunday and then Monday to Friday, I...
...confirmed that a neighbour is hyper-sensitive to pattern recognition through the clothes drying line. It comforts me that there is a kindred spirit in the neighborhood. I am drying my clothes indoor, bought a wooden hanging rack at an old favourite hardware store. I do not like the tumble dryer. Look at what it did to my Supreme t-shirt.
...am also comforted that there is a tree with a contorted trunk in the estate perfect for laying one's head onto or lying on to read. I later realised that it's a pear tree so the contorted tree trunk makes it perfect for climbing.
...am enjoying being in a space whose aesthetics are distinct from my own. It's making me think about the less transient place I am hoping to find and living with people.
...smelled a coffee roaster from the 1920s at work.
...started making and drinking green smoothies in the morning, with thanks to Eri.
...caught a feather in my hair and a rainbow on my jersey pants.
...enjoyed the sun. I spent a morning sitting by the canal at Towpath embroidering with silk threads on a 1950s cotton jersey top and eating olive oil cake, yogurt and fruits.
...sampled five varieties of cherries from Brogdale Farm available at Neal's Yard Dairy.
...ate oysters, bread, fennel and burrata, bone marrow, sea bream heads, lamb and broad beans, and meringue and berries baked in a wood-fired oven or over the barbecue (for the things in the list you'd imagine to work if so prepared) at Burnt Enz. Please go before summer is over!
...started on a new book. Robert Adams: Why People Photograph. I like him already and I am only on the early pages of the first section. The titled implies that the book is an attempted objective and disciplined critical exploration of the reasons for photography but it is actually a series of essays recounting personal experiences drawing examples from selected sources (i.e. personal heroes). This is my impression so far from the little I've read. I may withdraw my words. We'll see.
...sliced my right thumb while slicing a delicious Calabrian cured pork for dinner. The first dressing is latex and muslin, a nod to SEX/SEDS, and the second is elasticated bandage that works well as a bow, a nod to Comme des Garcons. The wound has finally closed up but it looks like it will leave a deep scar.
...rediscovered another old favourite, La Fromagerie, a delicatessen and cheese room in Marylebone, where I got burrata, flat peaches and a strawberry ice-cream. Marylebone makes me think of Alison and Chieko.
...most other produce I am cooking with and eating is from Fern Verrow. I am in love with the speckled lettuce leaves. A Cos variety? Not sure, I'll ask tomorrow. I am excited by this: "Raspberries and loganberries are still very good and plentiful. However our first crop of peaches were picked today and will be ready to eat for this Saturday. Very sweet white juicy peaches, all grown in our greenhouse. The first of our own courgettes and their flowers. Young celery and beetroot. Lots of perfect chard leaves and beetroot tops."
...was impressed by some mega-sized Swiss chard at Leila's. Boiled in heavily-salted water that brings out the sweetness of the stalks and the mineral taste of the leaves. Delicious with grated bottarga!
...was invigorated by The Bruce Lacey Experience at Camden Arts Centre. The captured are what I thought are pretty wonderful but I didn't manage to get them all, especially the primitive robots in the Assemblage room as I was told that photography is not allowed. As this is the case, I imagine that a full and complete catalogue of the exhibited pieces may feature in the accompanying book. It wasn't so but I bought it anyway, then bugged the gallery assistant for a pictorial list of the works. She printed out one with thumbnails then realised that I couldn't have it as it is for press only. Bugger.